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The polar bears are waiting for well-done.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.
— Hamlet
The polar bears are waiting for well-done.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.
— Hamlet
Feeling tired? Run down? Worn out by a facial and shampoo? Consider yourself better off than the model at center (above), who seems to have dreamed she was an astronaut in a vibro-massage bra. She will presumably arise like some assembly-line Aphrodite, renewed in spirit if mildly mortified in the flesh.
This menacing array of instruments for self-enhancement was put together to show the variety of space-age beauty equipment now available, but it almost seems better calculated to prove the French maxim: il faut souffrir pour etre belle.
Sending satellites to Venus, or aspiring to Venus-like charm, one is getting to be as complicated as the other. Over this photograph the London magazine Queen put the simple heading “All Systems Go!”
As they say, you must suffer to be beautiful.